Oh! Hello there. Im liking this story! The only hard part is keeping the character's speech. If you noticed, near the end of the first chapter she starts losing her accent. I had to go back and re-do some of it.
On to the story!
Disclaimer: (i kinda forgot this...) I do not own pirates of the carribbean!! This life sucks.....
Chapter Two: Jack Sparrow
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He says 'is name is Jack Sparrow. So i say's he don' look like a bird to me, and he gets all flustered an' angry. So i says to him, don get your feathers in a tuff. He don' like it when i make fun of 'is name. Thats why i do it O'course.
Jack says im startin to look like a girl. Says my face is startin to round into a cute heart shape. An' with my hair all long, i look girlish. We were sittin on some barrels when 'e told me this, so i jumped up, grinning, and said i had to go. He stood up too (his legs touched the ground, even while sittin) and asked me to come by an' see him at the docks.
I gets really excited from this, an' i start jumpin and whoopin. 'e laughs, tellin me to calm down. But i can't so i's just threws myself into his arms, makin 'im laugh harder.
Be good, he says, be good, an' maybe Jacky will get ye some candy. I pulls away, givin' him my best obediant dog look. He nods, tellin me to make sure i keep my voice lower, since it sounds a bit too high.
Then i makes me way home.
I tell Aunty Gooma about it, and she gets worried.
"Don't be worried Aunty, 'e promised not to tell anybody."
"Its not what im worried about child,...."
"Then wha'?"
"Well...th' lad's righ'. You ain't got no scrawny face no more. An' your lookin like a girl."
"You sure Aunty? You sure?"
"Aye. Its time you start wearin dresses."
I get torn between wantin those dresses, and wantin the freedom of bein a boy. Aunty Gooma says we'll have to pretend the boy ran away, 'oping to find his fortune.
And wait a few days, me stayin inside all the while, so's Aunty Gooma can pretend to take in a girl, wearin dresses and a ribbon. Sandals too.
I don' like this idea, seeing how i won't be able to see Jack down at the docks till im all fancied up.
Aunty Gooma came home one day with several dresses. She bought them with most of the money i's gets from those odd jobs. I still have some left, and she tells me to save it for somethin special.
There are three dresses in all, one a blue so washed it was almost white. Another one a plain gray brown, me workin dress. And one was blue, but much darker than the other. Brand spankin' new, Aunty says.
She got a few ribbons too, one blue and one red. Me hair was long enough for them.
She 'ad me try 'em on, makin sure they fit. The work dress was a bit too big, an' the light blue one a bit too small. But Aunty says she'll fix 'em up nice an good. Not the brown one though, ill grown into it soon enough.
After four days bein' bored and waitin', Aunty finaly said we would go do the shoppin' that day. I looks up at her, not understandin'.
"Hmmph! You had more of a brain in ye head when ye were a boy!"
Anger flashes in me, but i's snuff it out. She was just cranky, tha's all.
I stand up, smoothin out me workin dress. I reach up, checkin if my red ribbon was still in its place.
I watch Aunty Gooma shuffle around, gettin her things. Mumblin she shoves a basket into me hands, i clutch on to it tight. Im a little nervous, 'opin no one will pay attention to me.
Money bag in 'er hand, Aunty pushes open the door an' steps out. I follow 'er, lookin up an' around.
Its like a whole new world, bein' a girl. I start noticin pretty things i didn't even think about before. I spot some boys, they all smilin at me, straightening their clothes and runnin dirty hands through their hair.
I giggle.
I miss bein a boy. But i like bein a girl too.
Aunty Gooma walks ahead of me, an' i can't help but look around me as we walk into the market. There are whores of course, but there are also flower sellers, ribbon sellers. Stalls sellin anything you could ever think of buyin. I slowed as we passed by a jewelery stall.
They shine and twinkle in th' light.
I notice the thieves weavin in an out of the croud. Feeling inside pockets and bags, slippin out shiny things.
One of 'em saw me, and flashed me a smile, before disappearin'.
Aunty Gooma's hand grabbed me dress and dragged me away. I feel guilty, knowin she had probably gotten worried when she couldn't finds me.
She pulls me over to a meat stall, and 'memberin' her words, i watch 'ow she buys the meat. Marrying is like buying meat, i thinks.
First off, she says what she wants. Then she smells the meat. And then turns it over, checkin for bad stuff. And when she's done, she nods and pays the butcher.
I nod too, thinkin ill look smart.
Theres somethin goin on in the center of the market. People are shoutin an' clappin. Aunty-no. Nan, i have to call 'er Nan now. Says thats what the boy used to call her, an' i ain't the boy. Not to strangers.
Nan frowns, but pulls me into the croud. We elbow our ways to the front. My jaw drops an' Nan's mouth is a thin line. She looks grim.
This is what the crouds all happy about? I thinks.
Theres two men circling eachother, knives in their hands. I see blood on their clothes. They rush at eachother, blockin' and attackin'. One of the men's knives strike true, and th' other crumples. Th' croud gasps, and a women next to me starts to cry.
The winnin' man kicks the dead 'uns knife away, leanin down to see if 'es still alive. He stands back up, and looks up at the croud.
I gasp.
Its Jack.
I pull my hand from Nan's and run to him. I stop short as i gets to him. 'is chest is all bloody and sweaty. My cheeks get wet, an' i knows im cryin'.
I feel a hand gently cup me chin, and i's cry harder.
Jack kneels down, lookin' ready to cry himsel'.
"Im sorry love.." He whispers, 'is head bowin down.
I sob and throw myself into him. I forgets about 'is hurts though and he cries out, but 'e holds me anyways.
Im sorry, he says, over an' over again. I nod, and chokes out that he better be more carefull, th' next time, its ok for thems to die, but not him. I don' want him to die.
He's quiet then, and i pulls away. I see his eyes are kinda wet, and 'e looks at me in a strange way.
"Your ok with me killin?" He looks all cute an' confused.
I smile, puttin' a finger on his forehead.
"Pirate."
He smiles then.
Nan comes chargin' up. She demands to know who Jack is, and why he was fightin', an' how did i know 'im. Jack smiles at me, standin' up an' wincing.
I gets worried.
Jack tells Nan who 'e is, and 'e says that the man was tryin to steal 'is money, and 'e met me a week or so ago. Nan nods, now knowing he was the man tha' guessed my secret.
Im still worried 'bout Jack so's i ask Nan to bring him back to our home, so's she can fix 'im up. She looks 'im over and agrees. But Jack doesn't wanna, and says he's fine. But Nan knows better an' won't let him speak at all.
Nan makes Jack sit quiet while she cleans and sews up his hurts. I cringe when 'e hisses and grips onto my hand too tight. I whimper and 'e looks over at me, and says 'es sorry.
Nan finishes up, lookin thoughtfull.
"I should get going love. Thank you Nan, this'll help."
He stands up, wincing, and pulls on 'is shirt.
"Wait." Nan grabs 'is arm.
"Take 'er with ye." Me head snaps up. Jack looks confused.
"Wha- i can't take her with me."
"Yes ye can, Jack Sparrow, and ye will."
"But-"
"Now 'ear me out. She don' have no future here. She'll grow up, become a whore, an' die. With you, she'll have somes adventures, an' she will know what true love is, an' die fightin for somethin she believes in. She must go with ye!"
Jack sighed.
"This is impossible! She's female, how can i take 'er with me?"
He started to leave but i jumps on 'im.
"Jack, i don' wanna stay here no more." I start to cry again.
But its the truth. I liked the sounds of an adventure, true love. I wanted to go with Jack, I wanted to be a pirate.
Jack's face softened. But 'e looked uncertain. I saw flashes of anger pass through 'is eyes.
"Jack." I said. I was still pleading, but i was also saying goodbye.
Then he sighed.
"Alright then love, but i ain't promising you anything. I've got to convince me Captain to take ye on board. An' then the crew."
I nodded. Nan left the room, and started putting together a pack for me.
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Second chapter! Yet, the second time i've forgotten to say the girls name. Hehe, well, ill make sure to do it in the next chapter.
What did you think? READ AND REVIEW!!!! please.
On to the story!
Disclaimer: (i kinda forgot this...) I do not own pirates of the carribbean!! This life sucks.....
Chapter Two: Jack Sparrow
::::::::::::::::::::
He says 'is name is Jack Sparrow. So i say's he don' look like a bird to me, and he gets all flustered an' angry. So i says to him, don get your feathers in a tuff. He don' like it when i make fun of 'is name. Thats why i do it O'course.
Jack says im startin to look like a girl. Says my face is startin to round into a cute heart shape. An' with my hair all long, i look girlish. We were sittin on some barrels when 'e told me this, so i jumped up, grinning, and said i had to go. He stood up too (his legs touched the ground, even while sittin) and asked me to come by an' see him at the docks.
I gets really excited from this, an' i start jumpin and whoopin. 'e laughs, tellin me to calm down. But i can't so i's just threws myself into his arms, makin 'im laugh harder.
Be good, he says, be good, an' maybe Jacky will get ye some candy. I pulls away, givin' him my best obediant dog look. He nods, tellin me to make sure i keep my voice lower, since it sounds a bit too high.
Then i makes me way home.
I tell Aunty Gooma about it, and she gets worried.
"Don't be worried Aunty, 'e promised not to tell anybody."
"Its not what im worried about child,...."
"Then wha'?"
"Well...th' lad's righ'. You ain't got no scrawny face no more. An' your lookin like a girl."
"You sure Aunty? You sure?"
"Aye. Its time you start wearin dresses."
I get torn between wantin those dresses, and wantin the freedom of bein a boy. Aunty Gooma says we'll have to pretend the boy ran away, 'oping to find his fortune.
And wait a few days, me stayin inside all the while, so's Aunty Gooma can pretend to take in a girl, wearin dresses and a ribbon. Sandals too.
I don' like this idea, seeing how i won't be able to see Jack down at the docks till im all fancied up.
Aunty Gooma came home one day with several dresses. She bought them with most of the money i's gets from those odd jobs. I still have some left, and she tells me to save it for somethin special.
There are three dresses in all, one a blue so washed it was almost white. Another one a plain gray brown, me workin dress. And one was blue, but much darker than the other. Brand spankin' new, Aunty says.
She got a few ribbons too, one blue and one red. Me hair was long enough for them.
She 'ad me try 'em on, makin sure they fit. The work dress was a bit too big, an' the light blue one a bit too small. But Aunty says she'll fix 'em up nice an good. Not the brown one though, ill grown into it soon enough.
After four days bein' bored and waitin', Aunty finaly said we would go do the shoppin' that day. I looks up at her, not understandin'.
"Hmmph! You had more of a brain in ye head when ye were a boy!"
Anger flashes in me, but i's snuff it out. She was just cranky, tha's all.
I stand up, smoothin out me workin dress. I reach up, checkin if my red ribbon was still in its place.
I watch Aunty Gooma shuffle around, gettin her things. Mumblin she shoves a basket into me hands, i clutch on to it tight. Im a little nervous, 'opin no one will pay attention to me.
Money bag in 'er hand, Aunty pushes open the door an' steps out. I follow 'er, lookin up an' around.
Its like a whole new world, bein' a girl. I start noticin pretty things i didn't even think about before. I spot some boys, they all smilin at me, straightening their clothes and runnin dirty hands through their hair.
I giggle.
I miss bein a boy. But i like bein a girl too.
Aunty Gooma walks ahead of me, an' i can't help but look around me as we walk into the market. There are whores of course, but there are also flower sellers, ribbon sellers. Stalls sellin anything you could ever think of buyin. I slowed as we passed by a jewelery stall.
They shine and twinkle in th' light.
I notice the thieves weavin in an out of the croud. Feeling inside pockets and bags, slippin out shiny things.
One of 'em saw me, and flashed me a smile, before disappearin'.
Aunty Gooma's hand grabbed me dress and dragged me away. I feel guilty, knowin she had probably gotten worried when she couldn't finds me.
She pulls me over to a meat stall, and 'memberin' her words, i watch 'ow she buys the meat. Marrying is like buying meat, i thinks.
First off, she says what she wants. Then she smells the meat. And then turns it over, checkin for bad stuff. And when she's done, she nods and pays the butcher.
I nod too, thinkin ill look smart.
Theres somethin goin on in the center of the market. People are shoutin an' clappin. Aunty-no. Nan, i have to call 'er Nan now. Says thats what the boy used to call her, an' i ain't the boy. Not to strangers.
Nan frowns, but pulls me into the croud. We elbow our ways to the front. My jaw drops an' Nan's mouth is a thin line. She looks grim.
This is what the crouds all happy about? I thinks.
Theres two men circling eachother, knives in their hands. I see blood on their clothes. They rush at eachother, blockin' and attackin'. One of the men's knives strike true, and th' other crumples. Th' croud gasps, and a women next to me starts to cry.
The winnin' man kicks the dead 'uns knife away, leanin down to see if 'es still alive. He stands back up, and looks up at the croud.
I gasp.
Its Jack.
I pull my hand from Nan's and run to him. I stop short as i gets to him. 'is chest is all bloody and sweaty. My cheeks get wet, an' i knows im cryin'.
I feel a hand gently cup me chin, and i's cry harder.
Jack kneels down, lookin' ready to cry himsel'.
"Im sorry love.." He whispers, 'is head bowin down.
I sob and throw myself into him. I forgets about 'is hurts though and he cries out, but 'e holds me anyways.
Im sorry, he says, over an' over again. I nod, and chokes out that he better be more carefull, th' next time, its ok for thems to die, but not him. I don' want him to die.
He's quiet then, and i pulls away. I see his eyes are kinda wet, and 'e looks at me in a strange way.
"Your ok with me killin?" He looks all cute an' confused.
I smile, puttin' a finger on his forehead.
"Pirate."
He smiles then.
Nan comes chargin' up. She demands to know who Jack is, and why he was fightin', an' how did i know 'im. Jack smiles at me, standin' up an' wincing.
I gets worried.
Jack tells Nan who 'e is, and 'e says that the man was tryin to steal 'is money, and 'e met me a week or so ago. Nan nods, now knowing he was the man tha' guessed my secret.
Im still worried 'bout Jack so's i ask Nan to bring him back to our home, so's she can fix 'im up. She looks 'im over and agrees. But Jack doesn't wanna, and says he's fine. But Nan knows better an' won't let him speak at all.
Nan makes Jack sit quiet while she cleans and sews up his hurts. I cringe when 'e hisses and grips onto my hand too tight. I whimper and 'e looks over at me, and says 'es sorry.
Nan finishes up, lookin thoughtfull.
"I should get going love. Thank you Nan, this'll help."
He stands up, wincing, and pulls on 'is shirt.
"Wait." Nan grabs 'is arm.
"Take 'er with ye." Me head snaps up. Jack looks confused.
"Wha- i can't take her with me."
"Yes ye can, Jack Sparrow, and ye will."
"But-"
"Now 'ear me out. She don' have no future here. She'll grow up, become a whore, an' die. With you, she'll have somes adventures, an' she will know what true love is, an' die fightin for somethin she believes in. She must go with ye!"
Jack sighed.
"This is impossible! She's female, how can i take 'er with me?"
He started to leave but i jumps on 'im.
"Jack, i don' wanna stay here no more." I start to cry again.
But its the truth. I liked the sounds of an adventure, true love. I wanted to go with Jack, I wanted to be a pirate.
Jack's face softened. But 'e looked uncertain. I saw flashes of anger pass through 'is eyes.
"Jack." I said. I was still pleading, but i was also saying goodbye.
Then he sighed.
"Alright then love, but i ain't promising you anything. I've got to convince me Captain to take ye on board. An' then the crew."
I nodded. Nan left the room, and started putting together a pack for me.
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Second chapter! Yet, the second time i've forgotten to say the girls name. Hehe, well, ill make sure to do it in the next chapter.
What did you think? READ AND REVIEW!!!! please.
